Crossdressing Husband Novels & Stories

"You love Jake so much, sis. I'm sure you'd be willing to sacrifice yourself to help him pay off his debts, right? This outfit suits you perfectly. You were born to be a man's little bitch. Go on, get on the floor and bark for us." I clutched the collar tightly, looked up, and let tears roll down my face. "Jake, I'm your wife. The woman you married. Are you really going to humiliate me like a dog just for money?" But Jake was already blind with greed over that fifty grand. Whatever husbandly feeling he had left was long gone. He grabbed me by the collar. "Shut the hell up! I still have the deed to your parents' rundown little house. You refuse to wear this? Tomorrow, I'll have those two old

Her voice shook as she spoke to hundreds of thousands of viewers. "My husband and I grew up together. My dad died saving his life. That woman has no shame! She tried to seduce my husband…" I lifted my gaze and looked at Miles, steady and cold. He fumbled and shut the stream off, guilt written all over his face. "She's making things up. You have to trust me." I gave a short, dismissive laugh and picked up my phone, dialing. "Hello, I'd like to file a report for defamation…"

Pulling out his gloved wet fingers, he shoved them into his mouth, sucking her taste off. "You taste like a desperate housewife." The second guy yanked her husband's PJ pants down to his knees. Her husband, despite his protests, his cock was rock hard. The masked guy unzipped his own jeans, pulled out a fat veiny cock and dragged it up and down the husband's crack. "Feel that? This is going into your tiny hole while you watch your wife get spiked on my buddy's big cock." The husband's voice cracked. "No...please...don't....we'd give you anything you want." But his body did the opposite, ass pushing back on the fat dick like a desperate whore.

he spilt the bean. Jennet listened attentively without saying a word. Her expression was...looking dead. "Is there any particular reason for the cross-dressing? Did he tell you the reason?" She asked in a monotonous tone. She tried to stay composed after knowing that her husband got into an outrageous duel.

“This is the reason I’m telling you to make your marriage work out, Diana he’s your husband, your man.” “Don’t you get it, Harmony, I’ve lost even before starting you said he’s my man and husband, which husband had sex with his wife on their wedding night and gave her pills the next morning, telling her it was a mistake, and he wouldn’t have touched me if he wasn’t drugged and since then, he hasn’t touched me.

He asks, and just then, the footsteps descending the staircase lazily pulls his attention, and a wide exciting smile spreads on his lips as he watches his ever beautiful wife walking up to him. "Welcome home, honey. How was work," She asks after she hugs him. "It was fine. Come on, let's go inside," He says to her and takes her hand. "I want to have a word with you, Alex," Alexa springs up to his feet and says to him, after she glares daggers at Wendy for some reason best known to herself. "I'll be back, Alexa. I need to change my clothes upstairs in my room," He says to her before he finally walks away while holding his wife's hand.

He sat on the couch in front of me and raised an eyebrow with a playful smirk. "You're pretty ruthless." Looking up indifferently, I met his gaze and replied, "The same goes for you." He deliberately wore his shirt loose to show off his abs, exuding a rebellious, defiant attitude. From the way he looked, I knew he was my husband for this life, Jerome. In my past life, I'd seen him a few times at Hanson family banquets. He'd always come off as a playboy who couldn't stay away from women. I just didn't expect the wedding itself to be this absurd.

The back of the dress is open, with two straps crossing over in an ’X’ shape. I've worn far sexier dresses than this one and he's never complained or accused me of trying to seduce any man. “Since when have you had a problem with what I wear?“ “Since you started going on dates with other men Men like Damien.” I groan and chug my lipgloss away. “Oh, stop acting like a jealous husband, will you? It doesn't suit you.” “Well, I'm your husband.” “Are you now?” I want to laugh. He can't be serious right now. Isn't he the one who keeps reminding me that our relationship is just a business transaction, that he's my boss and I, his employee? Where's this husband and wife bullshit coming from now?

I noticed something amiss. So, I played along with my husband's story and casually asked, "Really? You were smiling awfully tender just now." Zachary Cole's gaze skittered away, refusing to meet mine. "The kid's got a sweet mouth. He kept calling me 'mister.' It's late. Get some sleep." He turned and walked into the bathroom before I could get a word in edgewise. After 10 years of marriage, I could read him like an open book. That moment of hesitation told me everything I needed to know. He was hiding something.

Some came over to say hello. "Good morning, Shannon and Gary! The three of you are always here for every Family Day, unlike my husband, Jake. He always says that he's busy at work and doesn't care about his child at all." Shannon replied awkwardly and Gary tried to avoid eye contact. I couldn't help but ask, "Gary, so this is the one day you were talking about?" Gary became infuriated and grabbed my arm. "Jasmine, there are a lot of people here. Let's not make a scene."